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THE PAPER CAVALIER 

A COMEDY IN TWO ACTS 



By 
BEULAH KING „ 

Author of "The Importance of Pam," "Poor Dear 
Uncle James!" ** His Sisters," etc. 



Copyright, 1921, by- 
Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation 



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Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation 

Successor to 

Dick & Fitzgerald 

18 Vesey Street New York 






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©CI.D 58908 

OCT 18 1921 



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CHARACTERS 



Charles Wainwright. 

Cecile Wainwright His niece 

. John Mariot An aviator 

Anne Hobson Companion to Cecile 

Mrs. Dawes Housekeeper 

Susan A maid 

Time. — The present. 

Locality. — Any country estate. 

Time of Playing. — About one hour. 

COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS 

Charles Wainwright, a dignified, rather handsome 
man of about 45 ; wears a dark business suit. Act I, 
Scene II, bathrobe and slippers. 

Cecile Wainwright, a beautiful girl of about 20, 
stylishly dressed. Act I, Scene II, evening dress. 
Act II, evening dress, also a large heavy coat, or a fur 
coat. 

John Mariot, a fine-looking young man of about 28, 
wearing the costume of an aviator, leather coat, gaiters, 
etc. 

Anne Hobson, a tall, slender girl of about 30, most 
severely groomed, wearing huge bone spectacles. The 
most that can be said in Miss Hobson 's favor is that she 
has possibilities. Act I, Scene II, wears a pretty even- 
ing dress and is very much improved in appearance, 
having discarded the spectacles. Act II, Scene I, an 
attractive morning dress. Scene II, evening dress. 
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Mrs. Dawes, a plump, comfortable-looking person of 
about 50, wearing very neat house dress. Act I, 
Scene II, wears nightgown, hair done up in curlers. 

Susan, a young girl of about 22, wearing the regular 
maid's costume. Act I, Scene II, nightgown. 

STAGE DIRECTIONS 

As seen by a performer on the stage facing the audi- 
ence, R. means right hand ; l., left hand ; up, toward 
back of stage ; down, toward footlights. 



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ACT I 

SCENE. — The private sitting-room of Cecile Wain- 
WRiGHT in the tower of Castle Dreariedum, the 
country estate of her uncle. A circular room with 
a door r. leading into a small hallway which con- 
nects the rooms of the suite. The left and hack 
walls contain windoivs arranged at equal intervals 
and between the windows are bookcases filled with 
didl-covered sets of books, down stage r. a secre- 
tary with low chair. Writing material in secretary. 
DOWN stage l. is a chaise-longue with cushions, and 
beside it a reading-table with lamp. A framed pic- 
ture of a cavalier is hidden under the cushions. 
There is nothing about the room to indicate that its 
future inhabitant is a beautiful young lady. At 
rise of curtain the stage is empty. 

ENTER Mrs. Dawes, followed by Mr. Wainwright. 

Mr. Wainwright. You iinderstand, Mrs. Dawes, 
that it is only the unusual circumstances of the case that 
compel me to put my niece in the tower suite. 

Mrs. Dawes. I do, sir. 

Mr. W. You think she would be comfortable here ? 

Mrs. D. I haven't a doubt of it, sir. Didn't Miss 
Cressenden prefer it and ask to be put here on her sec- 
ond visit to the Castle ? 

Mr. W. Ah, yes, Mrs. Dawes, but my niece is so dif- 
ferent from Miss Cressenden. Miss Cressenden was 
such a quiet, studious young lady and not a bit attracted 
to the opposite sex. {With some asperity) It was not 
necessary to guard her from the chauffeur. 
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Mrs. D. If I may fake the liberty to say so, sir, I 
think you are a bit hard on Miss Ceeile. Such a dear, 
affectionate child! 

Mr. W. Come, come, Mrs. Dawes, it won't do at all 
for you to get sentimental about her. It isn't like you. 

Mrs. D. I hate to feel myself her warden, sir. 

Mr. W. But, my dear woman, it is for her own good. 
When a young lady becomes engaged three times before 
she is twenty she needs looking after. 

Mrs. D. (slyly). But you'll admit a young lady 
can't help it if she's attractive. As I heard from her 
own maid, the men are mad about her. 

Mr. W. (pacing hack and forth). So it seems, Mrs. 
Dawes, so it seems, and for just that reason her father 
has sent her to me. There are no neighbors here, no so- 
ciety events. My chauffeur has been married these fif- 
teen years. My footman is a grandfather and all my 
visitors are, like myself, past the age of romance. 

Mrs. D. (looking at him with mournful eyes). Ah, 
sir, what are you saying? You have yet to live a ro- 
mance. 

Mr. W. (who has heard this talk before). Eemember, 
I want you to have full charge of her. Such a mission 
would be quite out of the question, so far as I am con- 
cerned. I trust you implicitly. 

Mrs. D. (with a curtsey). Thank you, sir. 

Mr. W. My niece is bringing with her a young lady 
as companion. 

Mrs. D. Oh indeed, sir. 

Mr. W. a Miss Hobson; quiet and resourceful, as I 
understand it, who will be with her constantly, 

Mrs. D. That's nice. It will keep her from being 
lonely. 

Mr. W. Miss Hobson 's chief duty, I believe, is to see 
that my niece engages in no retrospective moods, senti- 
mental raptures or vain regrets. 

Mrs. D. Ah, yes, sir. 

Mr. W. To see that she posts no letters except the 
daily one to her father. (Suddenly) Of course, I 
know nothing positive of Miss Hobson, whether she is 



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trustworthy or not — that is for you to find out. You 
are to watch proceedings and to report everything to 
me. Her father has put great trust in me. 

Mrs. D. There can be absolutely no chance, sir, of 
her meeting a man in the tower of Dreariedum. 

ENTER Susan. 

Susan. Miss Wainwright has arrived, sir, and is 
waiting for you in the lower hall. 

Mr. W. I will go down directly. (EXIT Susan) 
Now, Mrs. Dawes, I think everything is clear to you as 
far as my niece is concerned. 

Mrs. D. Absolutely, sir. 

Mr. W. (hating to say it). And there is nothing to 
offend — that is, go against our plans, or — er — er remind 
her there is a world of men? 

Mr. D. Nothing, sir. 

Mr. W. (starting to v.). Very well. [EXIT Mr. W. 

Mrs. D. (for a second after he has gone, stands inde- 
terminate, then she goes to the chaise-longue, takes from 
behind the cushions a framed picture of a charming cav- 
alier and regards it solemnly). 1 don't see the wrong 
in it. You belong here, if you are a man. I believe I '11 
hang you up after all. (Looks about room for a fitting 
place) You can't do any harm, and the poor child 
doesn't want to forget what a young man looks like. 
(Takes the chair hy the secretary, moves it to c. against 
rear wall and hangs the portrait between the ivindows. 
Getting down and surveying it) You do look a bit 
devilish with that pose, but then you're only paper! 

ENTER Miss Anne Hobson. 

Miss Hobson. Mrs. Dawes? (Offers her hand) 

Mrs. D. (shaking hands with her). Yes — I am Mrs. 
Dawes. 

Miss H. And I am Anne Hobson, companion to Miss 
Wainwright. 

Mrs. D. (a bit dazed). Yes, yes, of course. 

Miss H. Perhaps you didn't expect to see a person 
just like me. 



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Mrs. D. Well — perhaps not, exactly. 

Miss H. {rather stiffly). I hope we are to be friends. 

Mrs. D. (laugJiing). Put it companions in misery, 
my dear. 

Miss H. Misery? 

Mrs. D. Well, I don't know what you'd call it, but I 
call it misery to keep watch over a nice innocent young 
lady like Miss Cecile. 

Miss H. But she should not be unhappy about it. 
Why, I think it's wonderful here, so quiet and restful, 
and such a library — books upon books. I got a peep at 
them as I came up the staircase and I was simply 
thrilled. 

Mrs. D. Oh, my soul ! 

Miss H. Don't you like books? Doesn't the sight of 
them just thrill you ? 

Mrs. D. Yes, but you're young. You ought to be 
living, not reading. Books are for the old. 

Miss H. I admire books. They are my life. 

Mrs. D. (aghast). Don't you like to go to places and 
meet people? 

Miss H. I'd much rather stay home and read. 

Mrs. D. [well aware that she is rude). Didn't you 
ever have a beau ? 

Miss H. Oh, never. 

Mrs. D. Then I don't wonder you didn't understand 
me when I spoke of companions in misery. (Regarding 
Anne solemnly) Well, I suppose you're the one for 
her. Poor child. 

Miss H. But why do you call her poor child? It is 
wonderful here with the birds and the flowers and her 
uncle and — me. 

Mrs. D. (shaking her head). Poor child! Has 
Thomas fetched the bags? 

Miss H. Oh, yes. 

Mrs. D. Perhaps you'd like to rest a bit. 

Miss H. I would. My head is so tired ! 

Mrs. D. Come with me and I'll show you the rooms. 
(^They start toward d. just as Cecile ENTERS running 
in and flinging herself in Mrs. Dawes' arms) 



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Cecile (to Mrs. Dawes). You dear thing. I'm so 
glad to see you. You're the only one I cared about see- 
ing when dad told me I'd have to come here. I don't 
like Dreariedum, Mrs. Dawes. 

Mrs. D. No, no, of course not. But there, my dear, 
we must make the best of it. You never can tell what 
will turn up even at Dreariedum. 

Cecile {with a sigh). No, I suppose not, but still 
you've got to admit the outlook is trying. There's 
Hobby. She likes it. Can you imagine it? {Contem- 
plating Anne seriously) Well, as Mrs. Dawes says, 
you never can tell what will happen anywhere. Why, 
romance may be lurking in the very corners of this 
tower ! 

Miss H. {precisely). A tower has no corners. 

Cecile. Oh, Hobby, you're impossible. {Catching 
hold of her arm) Come on, let's get off our wraps and 
maybe you'll feel differently. {They go toward d., Ce- 
cile calling hack) Wait for us, Mrs. Dawes. I've just 
loads to say to you. [EXIT Anne and Cecile 

Mrs. D. {ivith a chuckle). I wiU. {Walks over to 
the portrait she has just hung and talks to it) She 
didn't notice you, sir, and I feel easier about letting you 
stay. {Shaking her finger at it) It's a great privilege 
I'm allowing you, for she's a very beautiful lady. But 
there, I suppose you'll fall in love with the other one. 
(ENTER Mr. W., hears her talking and steps hack) — 
just the perverseness of man, and you're no exception 
if you did live a hundred years ago. {Sees Mr. 
Wainwright) Begging your pardon, sir. It's only 
me. 

Mr. W. But certainly I heard voices. 

Mrs. D. My voice, sir. 

Mr. W. Talking to? 

Mrs. D. {shamefacedly). Nobody, sir. (He looks 
surprised) It's just a way I have. 

Mr. W. {protesting). But, Mrs. Dawes 

Mrs. D. I know, sir, it's an annoying way, but I 
think it must be the loneliness here that has brought it 
about. 



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Mr. W. Very likely, very likely, but I would try and 
overcome it if I were you. 

Mrs. D. I will, sir. {All tJie while she has been 
shifting positions to get his hack to the portrait; now she 
succeeds in one final manoeuvre) \ 

Mr. W. (in a low voice). Well, what did she say? 

Mrs. D. {still ruffled). Say, sir? 

Mr. W. About being in the tower. 

Mrs. D. Not a word against it, sir. 

Mr. W. Not even about climbing the stairs? 

Mrs. D. Not even about climbing the stairs. 

Mr. W. Really? {He is touched) 

Mrs. D. And that other one is quite mad about the 
place, if you 11 believe it, .sir. 

Mr. W. That other one? 

Mrs. D. Miss Hobson, sir. 

Mr. W. Ah yes, there was a Miss Hobson. I remem- 
ber now. 

Mrs. D. Didn't you speak with her, sir? 

Mr. W. Yes, yes, I met her on the stairs, but after 
that she quite slipped my mind. 

Mrs. D. Miss Cecile is looking well. {Clasping her 
hands) Such a beautiful child! 

Mr. W. If she acted as well as she looks she would be 
quite an angel. 

Mrs. D. (slyly). Ah, then you think she is beautiful? 

Mr. W. (smiling in spite of himself). My dear 
woman, I have eyes. 

Mrs. D. Pardon me, sir, but I didn't suppose you 
ever used them on a woman. 

Mr. W. (stiffens perceptibly). I came up here for 
the sole purpose of giving you one last instruction — at 
least I hope it is the last. Except when my niece is with 
me .she is to remain in the tower. 

Mrs. D. I understand, sir. 

[EXIT Mr. /Wainwright bowing 

Mrs. D. (looking after him). Such a man! Too bad! 
There's not a woman in New York but would have him 
— ^not a one I 



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ENTER Susan. 

Susan. Charles sent me up — said as how you wanted 
me. 

Mrs. D. I do, Susan. You are to help me in the care 
of the suite. 

Susan. The suite they have shut up the beautiful 
lady in? 

Mrs. D. {laughing). Yes. 

Susan. Oh, my soul! 

Mrs. D. You don 't like the idea ? 

Susan. Don't like it? Mrs. Dawes, I'm her humble 
servant from this minute. 

Mrs. D. But your heart must be as stone, Susan. 
She is a prisoner. 

Susan. Lord, then it's true what I heard down- 
stairs. 

Mrs. D. Very likely it is. 

Susan. Poor dear ! Poor Miss Ceeile ! 

Mrs. D. Go into the bedrooms — on the right of the 
hall here, and unpack the young ladies' trunks. Miss 
Ceeile expects you. 

ENTER Cecile and Miss Hobson. 

Cecile {running to tlie chaise-longue). Was this 
chair always here? {To Mrs. Dawes) Or did you put 
it here especially for me ? 

[EXIT Susan, after allowing herself one peep at the 
beautiful lady. 

Mrs. D. Now, Miss Cecile. (Cecile drapes herself 
upon it) 

Cecile. You had it put here, you darling. 

Mrs. D. I held out strong for it, although your uncle 
did call it by some strange name and mumbled some- 
thing about a woman with a French name. (Miss Hob- 
son sits in chair hy secretary) 

Cecile. Really? Uncle Charles mumbled a woman's 
name? It can 't be possible ! 

Miss H. He probably had reference to Madam Re- 
camier who reclined frequently on a chair after this 
kind. 



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Cecile. I'm sure she must have been interesting to 
have had a chair like this. You must tell me about her 
some day, Hobby. 

Miss H. {embarrassed) , Oh, no. {With a quick look 
at Mrs. Dawes) That is, I couldn't. 

Cecile. Why? 

Miss H. {stammering). Because — ^well, because she 
wasn't very nice. 

Cecile. Wasn't very nice? Why, Hobby, then she 
must be interesting and you've got to tell me about her. 
If you don't I shall tell Uncle Charles that you know 
about her. 

Miss H. {near tears). Oh, dear, you mustn't 

Cecile. But that's just what I do, you know — the 
things I mustn't. I'm like that. That's why I'm here. 

Mrs. D. (going down to c). Poor dear, did you feel 
bad about leaving New York? (Miss Hobson goes to 
window center rear) 

Cecile. Oh, Dawes, I was having the most. wonder- 
ful winter. I'd captured one Lord and two Counts, 
besides loads of millionaires' sons. (Miss Hobson 
gasps) 

Mrs. D. I haven't a doubt of it, dearie. 

Cecile. I wanted to marry the last count, but papa 
didn't see it that way. 

Miss H. {wJio has been looking out of the window). 
What a wonderful view ! 

Cecile (going to window). Let's see what's so won- 
derful. 

Miss H. I love it 

Cecile. Just sky, sky, sky ! And the gardens look a 
million miles away. 

Miss H. {rapturously) , Think of it! We can watch 
all the storms come up. 

Cecile {trying hard to find a word of praise). Yes, 
and it is a wonderful place to commit suicide. Just 
leap— and fall— fall— fall. 

Mrs. D. My dear^ you are morbid ! 

Miss H. (clapping her hands). Oh, see that bird! 
How close he flies, the dear little thing. He almost 



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came in at the window. Look, look, he's lighted on the 
parapet. 

Cecile {curiously). What's back of the parapet? 

Mrs. D. a stone balcony. 

Cecile. And no stairs? 

Mrs. D. No stairs. 

Cecile. Not even a water spout? 

Mrs. D. Alas, no. 

Cecile (going to chaise-longue and sitting). What a 
life! 

Mrs. D. {following c). Ah, my dear, one can never 
tell what will turn up. 

Cecile. Well, I've made up my mind that whatever 
comes will have to come out of the sky. Nothing will 
get by Uncle Charles' dragons. (EXIT Mrs. Dawes) 
Hobby? ' 

Miss H. (going tach to secretary). Yes? 

Cecile. Did you ever hear the old -song — ''Reuben, 
Reuben, I 've been thinking what a sad world this would 
be, if the men were all transported far beyond the 
northern sea?" {Leans hack on the cushions) 

Miss H. No, I don't think I ever did. 

Cecile {earnestly). Hobby, don't you like the men? 

Miss H. No — that is, I don't know. 

Cecile {sitting up, with interest). You don't know! 
You mean 

Miss H. {shyly). 1 never knew any, except my fa- 
ther. 

Cecile. You never knew any except your father ! 

Miss H. No. 

Cecile. But wouldn't you like to know some? 

Miss H. {quietly). This is a rather poor place to 
suggest that, isn't it? 

Cecile {delighted) . Oh, Hobby, I believe you have 
a sense of humor. 

Miss H. I think I'd be afraid to meet them. 

Cecile. Oh no, you wouldn't. 

Miss H. Let's not talk about such things — men, I 
mean. 

Cecile {stubbornly). Yes, let's! 



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Miss H. It's no use. There aren't any men here. 

Cecile {sarcastically) , Oh, aren't there? 

Miss H. Heavens, what do you mean ? 

Cecile {in the voice of an oracle). There is a man 
here for you. 

Miss H. {rising). A man here for mef 

Cecile. Um-um for you. 

Miss H. But what do you mean? 

Cecile. There is Uncle Charles! (Miss Hobson 
flops onto the chair) I have decided you are to marry 
Uncle Charles. 

Miss H. {exploding) . When did you decide that? 

Cecile. The day papa told me I was to have a com- 
panion down here. 

Miss H. Good land ! 

Cecile. Don't you think it nice? Doesn't the idea 
appeal to you ? 

Miss H. Not at all. As I told you before, I am not 
interested in men. 

Cecile {not to he outdone). That's because they 
have not been interested in you. But, Hobby, let me 
tell you something. Uncle Charles is wild about you. 

Miss H. Cecile Wainwright! 

Cecile. He is. Don't you breathe a word of this. 
Come here. (Miss Hobson goes to chaise-longue and 
flops weakly) . He told me so himself . {Surveying Mms 
Hobson) You ought to be desperately flattered. 

Miss H. But 

Cecile. He never looked at a woman before in all 
his forty-five years. 

Miss H. {incredulous, and speaking as if in a dream). 
He told you he was wild about me 

Cecile {wickedly) . Those were his words, dearie. 

Miss H. But I don't understand. No man ever 
cared for me. 

Cecile. . He does. {Close to her ear) Don't you 
think he's rather handsome? 

Miss H. Of course. Anyone would. 

Cecile. And what you've seen of him — ^terribly 
nice? 



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Miss H. Oh, very! (Shyly) 

Cecile. And he's so lonely — so awfully lonely! 

Miss H. He must be! 

Cecile. Not a kindred spirit to talk to — year in and 
year out. You would be a kindred spirit. 

Miss H. Do you think so? 

Cecile. I do and I know he thinks so. 

Miss H. Did he say so? 

Cecile. No, he didn't say that exactly. 

Miss H. (excitedly). What did he say? Tell me. 

Cecile (leaning forward). He said you attracted 
him strangely. 

Miss H. But I only saw him a minute. 

Cecile. That doesn't matter. {In the tones of a 
clairvoyant) He felt it. 

Miss H. (her hand on her heart). Oh! 

Cecile. You have heard of such things. 

Miss H. Yes, and do you know I — I 

Cecile (tense). Yes? 

Miss H. I felt when I entered the gates here (Clos- 
ing her eyes), oh, so strange — as if 

Cecile (almost pushing her off the chair in her eager- 
ness to hear). Yes? 

Miss H. As if I might be going to live here. 

Cecile. You mean that this would be your home? 

Miss H. Just that. I never felt so about any other 
place — ever. 

Cecile. It's wonderful. I hear strange whisperings 
like prophecies. I — I smell romance. 

Miss H. (rising). Oh, I am dizzy. I — I never felt 
so strange before in all my life. 

Cecile. It's love entering your heart. (Rising and 
standing beside Miss Hobson) But listen, you must be 
calm — not rash. You must follow my instructions to 
the letter. 

Miss H. I will, I will. 

Cecile. There are some changes you must make. 

Miss H. Changes? 

Cecile. Yes, in your appearance. 

Miss H. (imiling). But I can't help the way I look. 



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Cecile. Oh, yes, you can — immensely. — I have loads 
of clothes— enough for both of us and you shall wear 
some. (Surveying her) Then your hair. {Calmly) 
I think I '11 cut it off. 

Miss H. (clutching her hair). Cut my hair off! 

Cecile. No, on second thought I think I won't. I'll 
marcel it. 

Miss H. But my hair is impossible. 

Cecile. No hair is impossible. Then those atrocious 
goggles ! 

Miss H. (clutching them). But I can't give them up. 
I can't see well without them. 

Cecile. You don't want to see too much. I say they 
must go. 

Miss H. (wailing). Oh dear, I thought you said he 
was wild about me as I am. 

Cecile. So I did, but I want him to be wilder, a 
whole lot wilder. You promised you'd do as I said. 

Miss H. I will, but what if I couldn't see and should 
tumble down the whole length of the tower stairs? 

Cecile. All the better. He would pick you up and 
the joy of having you in his arms would make him real- 
ize what he has missed. 

Miss H. But I don't want to fall down the tower 
stairs. 

Cecile (dramatically). Not even to be held in his 
arms ? 

Miss H. (relenting) . We-11. 

Cecile. I would die willingly to-day — to-night, if it 
were in the arms of the man I loved. 

Miss H. But suppose I have headaches. I used to, 
you know, before I put on glasses. 

Cecile. You won't now. In a few days you won't 
know you have a head. You'll be all heart. 

Miss H. All heart? I can't imagine (Smiling), still 
— I do feel — most awfully happy. 

Cecile. Go to your room, I'll be in in a few min- 
utes. 

Miss H. Are you going to ^x me up? 

Cecile. Um-um for dinner to-night. 



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Miss H. Oh! [EXIT 

Cecils {flopping in a cliair). Perhaps I'm wicked, 
but what else has life to offer here ? 

ENTER Mr. Wainwright. 

Mr. W. (going to Cecile and putting a kind hand on 
her shoulder). My dear, you look disconsolate. 

Cecile. I am. 

Mr. W. {turning away). I'm sorry. 

Cecile. I know and I suppose it isn't your fault. 
In fact, I'm sorry for you. 

Mr. W. {ivho has always considered himself lucky). 
Sorry for me? 

Cecile. You lead such a lonely life. 

Mr. W. I have never thought so. 

Cecile. Then you are all the more to be pitied. 

Mr. W. Come, come, my dear. 

Cecile {rising and going to him). Uncle Charles, 
didn't you ever love anyone? 

Mr. W. We are not to discuss such matters. We 
are to forget there is such a thing as — love. 

Cecile {stubbornly). But didn't you? 

Mr. W. No. 

Cecile. Then it's time you began. Why, Uncle 
Charles, you're handsome. 

Mr. W. {horrified). You aren't making love to me! 

Cecile {ivith a laugh). No, not exactly. Didn't a 
woman ever say that to you before? 

Mr. W. Never! 

Cecile. Uncle Charles, don't you think Miss Hob- 
son is nice? 

Mr. W. Yes, she seems to me to be a very nice sort. 

Cecile. But I don't mean a nice sort. 

Mr. W. I've scarcely seen her. 

Cecile. Your heart didn't thump the least little bit 
when you shook hands with her? 

Mr. W. My dear child, we had better drop the mat- 
ter here. 

Cecile {shaking him gently). Listen! Anne Hob- 
son is one of the dearest girls that ever lived. 



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Mr. W. I don't dispute you. 

Cecile (impatiently) , Oh dear, that's what makes it 
so hard — ^that damned {He winces) indifference of 
yours. 

Mr. W. My dear ! 

Cecile. Well, it is damned, isn't it? It's ruined 
your life so far. 

Mr. W. It is most unbecoming in a young lady to 
use profane language. 

Cecile (laughing). Uncle Charles, I want to tell you 
something — about Anne Hobson. 

Mr. W. Whatever you like, my dear. 

Cecile. She has wonderful possibilities. 

Mr. W. Indeed! 

Cecile. She might be a raving beauty! 

Mr. W. Well, I wouldn't go that far. 

Cecile (in the voice of a charmer). Her hair is fine 
and silky — only she does it the wrong way. Her eyes 
are lustrous but she hides them behind those dreadful 
glasses. Her teeth are wonderful but she never smiles 
and her figure 

Mr. W. Yes, yes, that is enough but let's discuss 
something else. Must I remind you again that you are 
to forget 

Cecile (flinging her arms about him). Oh, Uncle 
Charles, I want to tell you something most awfully. 

Mr. W. Well? 

Cecile. Something to do with you and Anne. 

Mr. W. (shocked). Cecile! 

Cecile. No — no, don't be angry. Please say you 
want to hear it. 

Mr. W. But I don't. 

Cecile (slyly). Something she said about you, and 
she's awfully intelligent. 

Mr. W. (stiffly). She has scarcely seen me. 

Cecile. Ah, you old dear, she has seen you more 
than you think. 

Mr. W. What! 

Cecile. Yes, she has. Now do you want to hear it? 

Mr. W. I don't understand you. 



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Cecile. It isn't necessary. One never understands 
matters concerning the heart. 

Mr. W. {with a smile). Indeed! 

Cecile. Listen, Uncle Charles. 

Mr. W. (amused). I'm listening. 

Cecile. Anne Hobson thinks you are wonaerful. 
She's madly and lastingly in love with you. 

Mr. W. (staggering) . Cecile! 

Cecile. She is. (He turns suddenly as if to make 
a holt for the door) Where are you going? (Catches 
hold of him) 

Mr. W. Down to the sanctity of my study. There is 
something in the air here. 

Cecile (excitedly). Oh, do you feel it? Do you? 
That's what she said. 

Mr. W. She! 

Cecile. Anne! 

Mr. W. (with a groan). Oh! 

Cecile. It is fate — oh dear, it is — it is something! 

Mr. W. It is madness! (He wrenches himself free) 

Cecile. No, no. Oh, Uncle Charles! (He holts 
and she after him, calling) Uncle Charles! Uncle 
Charles ! 

CURTAIN 

The curtain is lowered for a few minutes to denote 
the lapse of four hours. 



SCENE II 

SCENE. — Same as previous scene. At the rise of cur- 
tain the stage is empty and dark. A clock some- 
where strikes eleven. Cecile 's and Miss Hobson 's 
voices are heard off stage. The lights go on and 
they ENTER. They are hoth in evening dress. 
Miss Hobson much improved in appearance. 

Cecile. Well ! 
MissH. Well! 



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Cecile. Are you satisfied with the way he acted 
toward you ? 

Miss H. {sitting in desk chair). No, I can't say he 
acted madly in love with me. 

Cecile {who is a hit discouraged about Jiis actions, 
too). My dear, he's too polite to show it the first night. 

Miss H. {mournfully). Perhaps. 

Cecile {bending over her). I caught him looking at 
you with love in his eye when you were eating your 
soup. 

Miss H. Oh! 

Cecile. And afterward when we went in the library 
he manoeuvred — yes, manoeuvred, to sit where he could 
get a good look at you. 

Miss H. {she is very honest). Oh, Cecile, I think if 
there was any manoeuvring done, he did it to get near 
the fire. 

Cecile (walking to other end of the room) . Hobby, 
you're prosaic. I know he wanted to get near the fire 
but you were near it, weren't you? And the firelight 
played wonderfully on your left cheek. {Turning and 
looking at her earnestly) I'm in love with you myself 
to-night. Really, I think I should have been a hair- 
dresser. 

Miss H. Do I really look nice ? 

Cecile. You do, dearie. 

Miss H. But he didn't say anything to me that was 
very — that is that would make me think 

Cecile. Of course not, but his glances spoke vol- 
umes and I know- his heart was thumping terribly. 

Miss H. I wish I could feel about it as you do. 

Cecile. That's because you haven't had any experi- 
ence. You don't know the true symptoms. 

Miss H. I suppose not. 

Cecile (going over to her). Take my word for it. 
Mr. Charles Wainwright will ask you to become mistress 
of Dreariedum before we leave the castle. 

Miss H. {thrilled). Oh! 

Cecile. Go to bed now, dear. You 're tired. 

Miss H. My head does ache a little. 



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Cecile. Don't think about your head. Think of 
Uncle Charles. {A faint smiles comes over Miss Hob- 
son's lips) You do look so much better without those 
goggles. 

Miss H. (rising). You really think he cares for me? 

Cecile. Of course I do. 

Miss H. (shyly). I thought he seemed a little afraid 
of me. 

Cecile. Nonsense! He was only afraid he would 
show his feelings too strongly. 

Miss H. (going toward door). You aren't coming to 
bed now? 

Cecile. No, I 'm not sleepy. 

Miss H. (turning). Cecile, I'm awfully upset. I 
feel so sorry for Mr. Wainwright. I wish I could do 
something to make him care for me; (With a wail) 
Oh dear, I thought I liked it here but I never felt like 
this before in all my life, 

Cecile (going to her and putting an arm about her). 
Don't be worried, dear. It's love, and love is always 
upsetting. 

Miss H. Do — do you think he might learn to care 
for me — in — t-time? 

Cecile (half weeping herself). Yes, yes, but don't 
c-cry. 

Miss H. You're c-crying yourself. 

Cecile (burying her head on Anne's shoulder), I'm 
so lonely and unh-happy. 

Miss H. Oh dear, everyone's unhappy. Let's go to 
bed. 

Cecile (straightening) . You go, dear. I'll write my 
letter to dad. (She gently pushes Anne toward door) 
Good-night. [EXIT Miss Hobson 

Miss H. (from the hall). Good-night. 

Cecile (who always sees the funny side). Pleasant 
dreams, Hobby. (Goes to secretary, takes out paper 
and pen and starts to write) 

ENTER Susan timidly. 

Susan. Pardon me, miss. I was sent up to see i± 
you were all right. Mrs. Dawes, miss. 



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Cecile {laughing). And back of Mrs. Dawes, Uncle 
Charles — a network of spies. A network of spies that 
would do credit to the Imperial Government. {Rising, 
the letter in her hand) I suppose you want to see what 
I've written. {Holding the letter toward Susan) You 
see it's quite safe. It begins — Dear Dad. 

Susan. Oh no, miss, I don 't want to see it at all. In- 
deed, miss, I'm your friend. 

Cecile. That's what all spies are — friends. 

Susan. But I am, miss. Besides, I'm not clever 
enough to be a spy. Believe me I 'd do anything for you, 
miss. 

Cecile. I believe you would, Susan. 

Susan. Yes, miss. 

Cecile {pointing a finger at her). You wouldn't 
tell on me ? 

Susan. Cross my heart, miss. 

Cecile. No matter what I did? 

Susan. No matter what you did. {Excitedly) And 
I know something else, miss. 

Cecile. What is it? 

Susan {in a whisper). Mrs. Dawes wouldn't tell on 
you either. There! 

Cecile. I see. You're all on my side. 

Susan. Of course, I don't know about Charles and 
James and 

Cecile. They don't count. Of course they are with 
Uncle Charles. That makes it rather bad, because all 
visitors to the castle have to pass them. There are no 
secret stairways. 

Susan {slyly). But there are other ways. {She 
drops her eyes) 

Cecile. Other ways? Other ways by which they 
could reach the tower? {Laughing) You mean to 
make a ladder of my hair? 

Susan {disgusted). No, no, miss. 

Cecile. Well— what ? 

Susan. Listen! {They listen for a moment, tense. 
There is silence, then faintly the uihir of an airplane 
sounds) 



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Cecile {clasping Tier hands). Oh! 

Susan (roguishly) . Do you get me, miss? 

Cecile. Oh, Susan! {They rush to the window cen- 
ter rear, open it and peer out into the night) It's get- 
ting louder. 

Susan. Oh, miss, I believe he sees the light in the 
tower. He's flying low. 

Cecile. No, no, he doesn't. He's turning. He's go- 
ing back. He's going away in the night. (Whir 
fainter) 

Susan. But he'll come again. Surely, miss, he'll 
come again. 

Cecile. Do you think so? (Goes down stage r.) 

Susan (following). Course I do, miss. Something 
has just got to happen. (Pause. Cecile stares dream- 
ily) I'll go, miss, and let you finish your letter. 

Cecile (turning to her). But you're my friend; if 
anything should happen 

Susan (dramatically) . Till death us do part! (She 
turns toward door) 

Cecile (laughing). Good night. 

Susan. Good night, miss. [EXIT 

Cecile (goes hack to window and looks out). I won- 
der where he's gone! (Turns hack into the room with 
a sigh) I suppose he's gone forever. I suppose — I 
shall never see a man again. I am like poor Grenelda 
shut up in a tower forever. (Turns so that she is di- 
rectly facing the portrait of the cavalier) I shall be- 
come old and gray and uninteresting. My heart will 

dry up before I am thirty and I (Discovers the 

portrait) Oh! (Pause) Where did you come from? 
(Reaches up and takes hold of the frame) A cavalier! 
You wonderful creature ! How did you get here ? You 
look lonesome, too. You're smiling, but still you are 
sad. Are you lonely? (With a sigh) I suppose like 
me you have had a hundred loves in your day and now 
you are relegated to the towers of Dreariedum. (Drop- 
ping her hands) Well, sir, you have company — in your 
misery. I am a prisoner, too. (Turning a little to the 
right) I shall talk to you and your eyes will answer 



24 The Paper Cavalier 

me. I know you've had a glorious life — a much better 
one than I am to have. My father has shut me up in a 
tower with an uncle who hasn't a spark of romance in 
his soul and some day he will take me out and marry me 
to a terribly sensible man whom I shall hate. Oh dear ! 
You were a wandering minstrel, weren't you? I won- 
der if you ever came across any ladies shut up in a 
tower. At any rate you look sympathetic and we're 
going to be friends, I know. (With a laugh she turns 
and comes down front) Cecile Wainwright and a pa- 
per cavalier! {Turning and waving her hand to him) 
Good-night! (Goes to the light switch, turns off the 
light and starts toward door. John Mariot appears at 
the rear window center hut it is too dark to see him) 

Mariot. Is somebody there? 

Cecile {in a startled voice). Oh! 

Mariot. May I speak with you, please? 

Cecile {with a thrill in her voice). Oh, you are 
alive! You are not paper! 

Mariot. I am very much alive but I often wish I 
were dead. 

Cecile. Where are you? 

Mariot. Right here. 

Cecile. But how did you get down? {Speaks in a 
strange voice as if she were afraid to break the spell) 

Mariot. I fell down unfortunately. 

Cecile. Don't say unfortunately. I'm — glad — you 
fell — down. 

Mariot. It's well somebody is. Everyone else will 
be frightfully sorry. {Scrambles in the window and in 
doing so the picture which hangs close by falls with a 
crash) Curses, I've broken something. 

Cecile. Only your frame! It was mahogany, I 
know, but then that doesn't matter. Aren't you de- 
lighted to be alive? 

Mariot. I am if only to hear your voice. I wish 
you'd put on the lights and let me look at you. 

Cecile. But wouldn't that break the spell — to put 
on the lights I mean. 

Mariot. The spell? 



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Cecile. Yes. I 'm afraid if I put on the lights you '11 
vanish. 

Mariot. No, I won't. I assure you. 

Cecile. Very well. (Puts on the lights and stands 
with her eyes closed, not daring to look at him. Evi- 
dently he is struck hy her beauty) Are you there? 

Mariot. I am. Aren't you going to look at me? 

Cecile. I'm afraid you won't be as nice as the por- 
trait. 

Mariot. I assure you I am a whole lot nicer than any 
portrait ever taken of me. 

Cecile. You vain creature! I suppose you have 
been praised until it has turned your head. 

Mariot. I have never been praised. Won't you look 
at me and praise me a little ? 

Cecile (opening her eyes). Yes. (She regards him 
puzzled, then turns and looks at the remains of the por- 
trait, then hack to /im) But 

Mariot. Yes? 

Cecile. You — you aren't the cavalier, — that is you 
haven't his costume or Where is your guitar? 

Mariot (thi7iking it all very strange). You were 
expecting .somebody else? 

Cecile. Yes — that is I — I, oh, don't you under- 
stand? But why have you come to me in those clothes? 

Mariot. I beg your pardon, mademoiselle. I left 
my dress-suit at home. 

Cecile. Your dress-suit? But where is your velvet 
suit? 

Mariot (puzzled). My velvet suit? 

Cecile. Yes, and your guitar. 

Mariot (humoring her). Alas, I left that home, too. 

Cecile. Then I'm disappointed. I wanted you to 
bring that above all things. I know you play divinely. 

Mariot. On the contrary I don't play at all. 

Cecile. Why did you pose with a guitar in your 
hands then? 

Mariot. I'm sorry. (Murmuring) Poor girl. 

Cecile. I knew you'd come to me. I was so lonely. 
Don't you tell, but I am_ a prisoner. 



26 The Paper Cavalier 

Mariot. a prisoner? 

Cecile. Kept here by my uncle. / 

Mariot. But why are you kept a prisoner? 

Cecile (sadly). I am — like you — too fond of love. 

Mariot. Am I too fond of love? 

Cecile. Of course. All cavaliers are. 

Mariot. But I'm not a cavalier. 

Cecile. Am I dreaming? (Looks about dazed) 
What has happened? (Stoops over the hroken frag- 
ments of tJie picture and picks up the portrait) Oh no, 
here you are ! just as I left you ! I am dreaming. (Her 
hand to her forehead) Who — who are you? 

Mariot. I am John Mariot. 

Cecile (rising and going over to him). But how 
did you get here? 

Mariot. Through the window. You see I was flying 
by the tower (Her face lights up) and my engine got 
cranky and I lighted on your parapet. 

Cecile. Oh, what must you think of me? (She 
laughs lightly) 

Mariot (all admiration). I wish I might tell you, 
mademoiselle. 

Cecile. I was alone here in the tower and I was so 
lonely that I was carrying on a kind of one-sided con- 
versation with — with this portrait. (Indicating the por- 
trait which she holds out to him) 

Mariot (taking it). Well, he is a sympathetic look- 
ing fellow. 

Cecile. I had just finished talking to him — just put 
out the lights when you spoke to me and I thought it 
was the cavalier. 

Mariot (laying the portrait on the secretary). This 
is a place you might well think anything. What are 
they doing with you up here? Is it true what you said 
about your uncle ? 

Cecile. Yes — but oh, you're not afraid of him, are 
you ? He won 't keep you away ? 

Mariot. Nothing will ever keep me away unless you 
wish it. 

Cecile (to herself). How wonderful to hear such 



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words again! 1 have thirsted for them. {Turning to 
him) Do you know, I saw you go by? 

Mariot. I saw you, too. The light in the tower at- 
tracted me. 

Cecils {pointing a finger at him). You adventurer. 
How dared you come? 

Mariot {laughing). I was out for adventure. 

Cecile. Then you are a cavalier, after all. 

Mariot. Perhaps. 

Cecile. Hark! {They listen) Did you hear some- 
thing? Someone is coming — quick! (^S'^e pulls him hy 
the hand to the window) 

Mariot. But I am not afraid of them. 

Cecile {wailing). Oh, please, for my sake! Go. 

Mariot. Certainly, if you wish it. {He flings one 
leg over the window-sill) 

Cecile. But you will come again? 

Mariot. To-morrow. (Mrs. Dawes and Susan in 
night clothes, in time to see him disappearing) 

Mrs. D. {astounded, stops short at the sight), God- 
frey diamonds! 

Susan {tremulous). Was it a man? (Uncle 
Charles in bathrobe and slippers appears behind them) 

Mariot {without the window). Adieu, mademoiselle. 
(Cecile shuts the window and faces them) 

Mr. W. {who has heard the farewell). Well, young 
lady! 

CURTAIN 



ACT II 

SCENE. — Same as the previous act. Time, Morning of 
the next day. DISCOVERED Mrs. Dawes, Susan 
and Mr. Wainavright holding a serious consulta- 
tion. Susan is standing, and rather defiant. Mrs. 
Dawes is seated and rather weepy and Mr. Wain- 
WRiGHT paces back and forth. 

Mr. W. I am loath to think you are deceiving me. 
I hate to call any woman a liar. {Pause, during which 



28 The Paper Cavalier 

he regards tJiem earnestly) But you both entered the 
room before I did and consequently you must have heard 
and seen more. And yet — you claim, both of you, that 
you heard or saw nothing out of the ordinary. It is 
preposterous. {Another pause during which he regards 
them out of the corner of his eye) My ears never de- 
ceive me. I heard — distinctly I heard a man's voice. 
{Icily) It said — "Adieu, mademoiselle." {Another 
sidelong glance) You tell me I was dreaming. I never 
dream. I haven't dreamed for twenty years. {With a 
gusto which makes them both jump) And I will not 
allow the accusation. If I was dreaming how do you 
account for your own presence in the tower room at 
midnight? {He turns to Susan) 

Susan. I was not in the tower room at midnight, 
begging your pardon, sir. 

Mr. W. What! 

Susan. No, sir, you must have dreamed that I was 
there, sir. 

Mr. W. {to Mrs. Dawes). And you? 

Mrs. D. Nor was I. I retired at eleven o'clock, sir, 
after sending Susan up to see that all was well with 
them. And I never stirred until six this morning. 

Mr. W. {getting a hit heated). Mrs. Dawes, if I 
never draw another breath I saw you in the tower at 
midnight last night. You had on — {She jumps) a long 
flannel nightgown. 

Mrs. D. Oh, sir ! 

Mr. W. Your hair was done up on — what do they 
call them — crimpers, yes crimpers. Aside from that, 
you appeared very familiar to me. (Susan giggles) 

Mr. W. {to Susan). • You were there. How can you 
stand before me and deny it? {Closing his eyes) I 
can visualize every one of you. 

Mrs. D. Oh, sir! 

Mr. W. Miss Hobson was not there. (Turning to 
rear wall) The portrait that evidently hung there was 
smashed in a hundred pieces. 

Mrs. D. a portrait that evidently hung there, sir. 
There was no portrait there. 



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Mr, ?^, (excitedly). What! 

Mrs. D. Begging your pardon, sir, but you recall 
your own words, that there were to be no portraits hung 
in the tower suite. 

Mr, W. {now actually hollering). Well, hung there 
or not, there was a broken picture lying on the floor. 
The scene is before me as clearly as the present one. I 
shall sift this matter to the bottom. You might as well 
both of you confess, first as last, that there was a visitor 
at the tower last night. 

[EXIT, turning and regarding them for a moment 

Mrs. D. {wiping her face). Oh, my soul! 

Susan. Ain't it awful! It's like the third degree. 

Mrs. D. I'm afraid we are wicked women if we are 
defending a poor helpless female. 

Susan. Is she up ? 

Mrs. D. Up? Good lord, no. She's sleeping sound as 
a top! 

Susan. What if he sends us to jail? 

Mrs. D. Oh lord, child, you'd not notice the differ- 
ence after living at Dreariedum. 

ENTER Miss Hobson in attractive morning garb and 
without the goggles. 

Miss H. Oh, Mrs. Dawes, what happened last night? 
Cecile won't wake up, and talk to me. I know it must 
have been something dreadful. I was having the most 
wonderful sleep when I was waked with a start. I sat 
straight up in bed and what do you think? — I saw a 
man, a tall, strange man pass my window. He was 
walking on the balcony close to the parapet. I got up 
and looked out and saw him get in an airplane and fly 
off. 

Mrs. D. Oh, my soul! 

Susan {off guard). So that's how he got here! 

Mrs. D. {to Susan). Hush! (Susan cZaps a hand 
over her mouth) 

Miss H. Cecile came in just afterward and I told her 
but she laughed. She said I was dreaming. (Susan 
and Mrs. Dawes exchange glances) 



30 The Paper Cavalier 

Mrs* D. Of course you were. 

Miss H, I wasn't dreaming. I could describe him 
perfectly — what he wore and all. 

Mrs. D. Even so! 

Miss H. I think it's dreadful. Cecile is deceiving 
her uncle and I am going to tell him this very morning 
— everything, 

Mrs. D. {clutcJiing her hy the arm). You mustn't. 

Miss H. (freeing herself). What do you mean? 

Mrs. D. Just what I say. You mustn't tell a thing 
you saw or heard last night. 

Miss H. So you saw and heard, too. 

Mrs. D. I didn't say so. 

Miss H. And you aren't going to tell him? 

Mrs. D. No, or you aren't either. 

Miss H. But can you stop me? 

Mrs. D. You'll see. 

ENTER Mr. Wainwright. 

Mr. W. (offering a hand to Miss Hobson). Ah, good 
morning, Miss Hobson, and how are you after last 
night's escapade? (Mrs. Dawes entrenches herself be- 
hind Mr. Wainwright and stares at Miss Hobson with 
a terrible eye) 

Miss H. (watching Mrs. Dawes, hesitates a moment, 
swallows painfully then says in a light voice). The 
night 's escapade ? I don 't know what you mean. 

Mr. W. What! Mrs. Dawes has not been telling 
you about my — er — nightmare! (During the following 
conversation Mrs. Dawes does not take her eyes from 
Miss Hobson 's face) 

Miss H. (nervously) . Not a word! 

Mr. W. And how did you sleep last night? 

Miss H. Oh, wonderfully. The air is so fine and the 
tower so quiet. 

Mr. W, Um-um, and my niece? 

Miss H. (looking at Mrs. Dawes as if it were impos- 
sible to take her eyes from her face). I don't think she 
stirred from the time we went to bed at eleven o'clock. 



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Mr. "W. Oh, she went to bed at eleven.. 

Miss H. Yes, with me. 

Mr. W. {turning aside). Funny! She had on her 
evening dress then. 

Mrs. D. {thinking she is no longer needed). If you'll 
excuse me, sir, I'll attend to my morning duties. 

Mr. W. You may go. Tell Charles to mix a bromo 
seltzer and take it to my study. 

Mrs. D. Yes, sir. Come, Susan. 

[EXIT Susan und Mrs. Dawes 

Mr. W. {making sure they have gone). Miss Hobson, 
I am either being basely deceived or else suffering from 
a strange hallucination. {Earnestly) 1 would give all 
I had if I could be assured that there was a visitor at the 
castle last night. I would do more. I would grant 
whatever was in my power to the one who could assure 
me. 

Miss H. {catching herself). Oh, Mr. Wainwright! 

Mr. W. I am not an old man whose eyes and ears 
deceive him, at least I don't think I am. 

Miss H. Why, Mr. Wainwright, you are in the prime 
of life. 

Mr. W. {pathetically). And yet I've got to admit 
that I am growing soft — that I am subject to hallucina- 
t!bns — wild dreams! 

Miss H. Oh, it hurts me to hear you say that. It — 
it isn't true! 

Mr. W. I would to heaven it were not. Yes — I 
would gladly grant anything within my power to 

the one who could assure me {Paces hack and 

forth) 

Miss H. {slyly). To the one who could assure 
you ? 

Mr. W. Evidently there is no one. {With a sigh. 
Pause, ivhile she regards him earnestly) 

Miss H. (going over to him). Mr. Wainwright, did 
you really mean what you just said? 

Mr. W. {confused). What I just said? 

Miss H. About granting anything within your 
power to the one who could assure you 



32 The Paper Cavalier 

Mr. W. I did, and I meant it. (She smiles) But 
why do you ask? 

Miss H. {modestly). Mr. Wainwright, I can assure 
you. 

Mr, ISf, {turning). You! 

Miss H. I saw the visitor at the Castle last night. 
{She looks around the room to see whether anyone is 
listening) 

Mr. W. {with greatest relief). Ah! 

Miss H. He came in an airplane and went away in 
one. 

Mr. W. Ah! 

Miss H. He was tall and dressed in the costume of 
an aviator. 

Mr. W. Ah! {Gratefully he clasps her hand) Miss 
Hobson, you have given me a new lease of life. I am a 
different man. I am young again. What can I grant 
you? 

Miss H. Oh dear, you sound like the fairy prince. 

Mr. W. {drawing himself top, hut still holding her 
hand). I feel like one. 

Miss H. You said anything within your power 

Mr. W. {heedless of what he is getting himself into), 
I did and I meant it. 

Miss H. {overcome). Oh! ■ 

Mr. W. Come. Speak. 

Miss H. {shyness getting the best of her), I'd rather 
tell you later. 

Mr. W. {full of assurance). Never postpone a re- 
quest. To-night may be too late. Come. Tell me. 
Anything within my power. Surely you are too modest. 
{At these words she breaks away from him, runs to 
the chaise-longue and buries her head in the cush- 
ions) 

Miss H. {wailing). Oh, I^m not modest — that's just 
what I 'm not. 

Mr. W. {distressed for her). My dear girl! 

Miss H. And you '11 never think so after — after what 
I'm going to ask of you. 

Mr. W. {soothingly). Come — come, I'm sure you're 



The Paper Cavalier 33 

making it out worse than it is. What is it? (He raises 
her head gently) It isn't Dreariedum you're after, is 
it? {He smiles) Because if it is you'll have to allow 
me to stay on here or else break my heart. 

Miss H. {hastily). Oh, how did you guess it? It is 
Dreariedum I want and— and you! 

Mr. W. {stares Uankly). Dreariedum and me! 
Miss H. {excitedly). Now— now do you think my 
request is modest ? 

Mr. W. But I don't understand. You mean you 
want to marry me ? 7 • x /^i, , 

Miss H. {her head goes down in the cushions). Uhl 

Mr. W. Jove! I never thought of that! {He paces 
hack and forth and she peeps at him slyly from the cush- 
ions. Gradually his expression changes from dismay to 
interest, then to a smile that might easily signify hap- 
r)iness ) 

Miss H. {after seeing the smile). Would it be so 
bad? 

Mr. W. I'm thinking. 

Miss H. {sitting up). Please don't be too long about 
it. The suspense is awful. {He gives her a sidelong 
glance) 

Mr. W. You are in earnest? 

Miss H. Of course.— Besides I thought yours was a 
promise. . . 

Mr. W. Then there is nothing you would take in- 
stead? 

Miss H. Nothing. 

Mr. W. Then? 

Miss H. Then? 

Mr. W. It's settled— of course. I am to marry you 
and we are to live at Dreariedum. 

Miss H. Oh dear, you are an awful suitor. 

Mr. W. You aren't. 

Miss H. Are you angry with me? 

Mr. W. No— not exactly. Why should I be? I set 
the trap myself. 

Miss H. {huffily). I don't think you are very nice to 
speak as if I had trapped you. 



34 The Paper Cavalier 

Mr. W. {before Tie thinks). But you d {He 

cannot finish) 

Miss H. {turning the tables). How dare you say so? 
Trapped you ! 

Mr. W. {humbly). I beg your pardon. 

Miss H. I wouldn't trap any man. 

Mr. W. {actually believing her). No, no, of course 
not. 

Miss H. {a little fearfully, not quite sure of him yet). 
And you needn 't marry me if you don 't want to. 

Mr. W. But I thought you wanted me to. 

Miss H. {more huffily). I've changed my mind. 

Mr. W. {actually crestfallen). I'm sorry, because I 
was beginning to like the idea immensely. Dreariedum 
and you. {She thrills) Won't you reconsider? 

Miss H. {snappily). I might. 

Mr. W. Please, and right away. {Using strategy) 
My dear, if you and I were united, only think how 
much better we could work against my niece. 

Miss H. Is that all you want to marry me for? 

Mr. W. No— no. 

Miss H. {in a voice that demands an explanation). 
Well? 

Mr. W. I was thinking of the long winter evenings 
you and I could have before the fire. 

Miss H. {relenting). Oh! 

Mr. W. And the walks over the country together. 

Miss H. {with enthusiasm). Yes, yes, and I've al- 
ways wanted to take a long tramp over the moors. 

Mr. W. {getting proficient in the art). And the rides 
together. 

Miss H. {completely won). Ah, yes— the rides! 
{He takes both her hands) I do think we are kindred 
spirits. 

Mr. W. We are. {He kisses her in a very dignified 
and solemn manner) 

Miss H. Shall we tell — the — the household? 

Mr. W. Not yet. We must first settle this affair of 
Cecile's. It must be stopped at once. 

Miss H. Yes, of course. 



The Paper Cavalier 35 

Mb. W. We will work together — you and I. I will 
go to Mrs. Dawes now to make arrangements for to- 
night. 

Miss H. To-night? 

Mr. W. Yes. He will come again and we must keep 
her from seeing him. (Goes toward cbor, giving her a 
sweet smile. Miss Hobson stands still a moment, then 
a smile breaks over her own face) [EXIT 

Miss H. Anne Hobson, Mistress of Dreariedum! — 
And it wasn 't hard a bit. 

CURTAIN 

The curtain is lowered for a few minutes to denote the 
lapse of ten hours. 



SCENE II 

SCENE. — Same as previous. Evening of the sam,e day. 
DISCOVERED Miss Hobson in evening dress, on 
her knees beside the lower end of the secretary. 
She is visible to the audience but completely hidden 
from anyone entering the room. 

ENTER Mr. Wainwright on tiptoe. 

Mr. W. {in a whisper). Are you there? 

Miss H. (not daring to move). Yes. 

Mr. W. Have you been waiting long? 

Miss H. Over an hour. 

Mr. W. Where is she? 

Miss H. I don't know. 

Mr. W. {taking out his watch). It's ten o'clock. 

Miss H. She's probably in the library reading. Oh 
dear! 

Mr. W. What is it? 

Miss H. {near tears). Vm awfully tired being 
cramped up here. 

Mr. W. You're a trump. {She smiles. Faint whir 
is heard) Hark, what was that! 

Miss H. He's come! 



36 The Paper Cavalier 

Mr. W. (chuckling). She'll liear it and be up. 
(Runs to the chaise-longue and crouches heside it) 

Miss H. {holding up a warning finger). She's com- 
ing. {Voices heard) 

Mr. W. Jove, she's got somebody with her. (They 
duck their heads) 

ENTER Susan and Mrs. Dawes. 

Mrs. D. {with a wink at Susan). That's funny. 
(Looks about the room casually) Miss Wainwright said 
she'd be up here. 

Susan (as if she had learned a part). Did she want 
her for something particular? (Every time Mrs. 
Dawes speaks Susan's lips move as if she were reciting 
a part) 

Mrs. D. Yes, she said as how she was going out on 
the terrace and wanted her for company. I'll tell her 
Miss Hobson ain't to be found. (Another wink at 
Susan) 

Susan. But she'll go out alone. She might meet 
somebody. She might meet a man. 

Mrs. D. I know it, Susan, but she's worried about 
what's become of her Uncle Charles. She hasn't seen 
him since dinner and I can 't stop her. She will go out. 
Come. [EXIT Mrs. Dawes and Susan 

Mr. W. {struggling to his feet). Quick, we must go 
down. She must not go out alone. She will meet him, 
that fellow — and he will take her off. (Pulls Miss Hob- 
son to her feet and drags her off) 

[EXIT Mr. Wainwright and Miss Hobson 

ENTER Susan and Mrs. Dawes, both smiling. 

Susan. My lord, my lord, I thought he'd see me 
when he run by. 

Mrs. D. They were in too much of a hurry, Susan. 
They had more important business on hand). (Susan 
RUNS to the window) Come, come away from that win- 
dow, child. (Shaking her head) As I said before, per- 
haps I 'm a wicked woman, but 



The Paper Cavalier 37 

Susan (going to her). You ain't a wicked woman. 
Ain't you found out all about him? It ain't as if he 
wa'n't all right and his father a friend of Mr. Wain- 
wright 's. 

Mrs. D. But Mr. Wainwright don't know that — yet. 

Susan. But he will soon. 

Mrs. D. Yes and right soon, I'm thinking. 

Susan. She couldn't marry anyone as would please 
'em more. 

ENTER Cecile much excited. 

Cecile (running to Mrs. Dawes). You dear! I'll 
never forget what you've done for me. Oh, Dawes, he's 
so wonderful! 

Mrs. D. Remember now, you mustn't keep him too 
long. It won 't take more than a half hour to search the 
terrace. (Susan gapes at Cecile in admiration) 

Cecile. Are they out there? 

Mrs. D. Both of 'em. That minx, after what you've 
done for her. 

Cecile. Poor Hobby! She couldn't help it. She's 
in love and one isn't responsible when one is in love. 

Mrs. D. She'll never get him. 

Cecile. I 'm not so sure. There 's more than one way 
to lay a trap. {At the window) Oh, Dawes, he's com- 
ing. {Opens the window) He's right close. He's go- 
ing to land. Oh, he's landing. 

Mrs. D. Come, Susan, this is no place for us. 

[EXIT Mrs. Dawes and Susan 

Cecile {leaning out and speaking in a low voice). 
Captain Mariot! {Pause) Oh, you have come. I was 
so afraid! {He appears at the window) 

Mariot. May I come in? 

Cecile. Just a minute to-night — two minutes. {He 
scramhles in) 

Mariot. And I have come all this distance for two 
minutes. 

Cecile. Uncle Charles has discovered us and set a 
trap. 

Mariot. But I'm not afraid of Uncle Charles. 



38 The Paper Cavalier 

Cecile. But I am. 

Mariot. What will he do to you? 

Cecile. He'll put me in a cage. 

Mariot. He can't, if you fly away with me. 

Cecile (rapturously). Oh! I think I'd love to fly 
away with you! {She regards Jihn earnestly) But I 
don't know you, you see. {Sits in chaise-longue) 

Mariot. Even so, wouldn't it be better to take a 
chance with me than to submit to sure imprisonment % 

Cecile. You are terribly convincing. {Her chin in 
her hand) 

Mariot. I'm trying to be. 

Cecile {with a sigh). Still, it is an awful chance. 

Mariot {standing before her, his arms folded). Do 
I look as bad as that ? 

Cecile. We don't know a thing about the family. 

Mariot. I can tell you something. {Sadly) I had 
an ancestor who was a member of Captain Kidd's crew. 

Cecile. Oh, heavens! 

Mariot {sadly). He was hung! 

Cecile. How dreadful! Don't tell father. It would 
be an end of everything. 

Mariot {casually). If I'm not mistaken, your fa- 
ther is well aware of it. 

Cecile {bright enijig) . He knows you? Dad knows 
you? 

Mariot. We've played golf together. He ought to. 

Cecile. But I don't understand. Where was I? 

Mariot {laughing) . Just at that time you were visit- 
ing a maiden aunt in Greenwich. 

Cecile {with a groan). Oh, yes. Aunt Matilda. It 
was after I broke my engagement with Hal. 

Mariot. I had heard of you before. {With a 
twinkle) 

Cecile. Through dad? 

Mariot. No. 

Cecile. Did dad ever mention me? 

Mariot. Um — he told me he had a daughter whom 
he wanted me to meet. 

Cecile {excited). He said that? 



The Paper Cavalier 39 

Mariot. He did. 

Cecile (with great relief). Then he approves of you. 

Mariot. Is that a sign? 

Cecile. Absolutely with dad. — Do you know Uncle 
Charles? 

Mariot. Yes, and Uncle Charles approves of me, too. 

Cecile. How do you know? 

Mariot. Because he spoke of you. 

Cecile. What did he say? 

Mariot. He asked me if I had met you ? 

Cecile. Wonderful ! 

Mariot. It is evident everyone approves of me. 
What about you? 

Cecile. Oh, — I 

Mariot. Won't you take a chance now? 

Cecile {gloomily). I don't think it is a chance now. 
Somehow the thrill has gone out of it. 

Mariot (reassuringly). No, no. It's really quite 
novel what we are to do. Elopement by airplane, you 
know, and all that. 

Cecile (excited). Yes! But Uncle Charles will be 
wild 

Mariot. That's where the thrill comes in! Will you 
come? 

Cecile (hesitant). I want — to. 

Mariot (whimsically). Thinking of that ancestor 
who was hung? 

Cecile (laughing). No — silly! 

Mariot. That you haven't known me long enough? 
(He sits beside her) 

Cecile. Yes. 

Mariot. Suppose I take you home to dad and then 
you'll have time to try me out. 

Cecile. That would never do. Dad would be so 
furious that I had put something over on him. He 
wouldn't let me marry you then if you were the King 
of England ! 

Mariot. Oh, he's that kind, is he? 

Cecile. Yes, he is. He hates to have anyone get the 
best of him. He sent me here because he felt sure I 



40 The Paper Cavalier 

would never meet a man at Dreariedum and now 

(She smiles at Mm archly) 

Mariot. Still it wasn't your fault. 

Cecile. He will say it is and he won't let me marry 
you. {Rising) I must go with you now or never. 
{Yoices witJiout) 

Mariot {rising). They are coming! 

Cecile. Oh, what shall I do? 

Mariot. Come with me — please. {SJie stands a mo- 
ment hesitant looking into his eyes; then runs toward 
door) 

Mariot {calling). Where are you going? 

Cecile {calling hack). To get my coat! {He pacei 
hack and forth listening. Presently Cecile RE-EN- 
TERS i^earmgr /wr coa^) Come! Quick! 

Mariot. I have a cap for you. {Fishing in his 
pocket) 

Cecile. Quick! {She pulls him to the ivindoiv) 
Put out the lights! {He runs to the light switch and 
puts out the lights) 

Mariot {in total darkness). Where are you? 

Cecile. Here! Hurry! {He runs to her) The 
window is open. 

Mariot. Let me help you. 

Cecile. Oh dear! {He helps her out) 

Mariot. What is it? 

Cecile. You haven't ever made love to me. 

Mariot {climhing out after her). Are you quite 
safe? 

Cecile {from the halcony). Yes. Come. But you 
haven't even kissed me. {Silence, then a sound of a kiss 
from the darkness and silence again) 

Mr. W. {from without). Where are the lights? {He 
stumbles in) 

Miss H. {from ivithout) . On the left wall. 

Cecile {voice as from a distance). Good night, 
Uncle Charles, I 'm flying away with Captain Mariot. 
{Whir of an airplane as the CURTAIN FALLS) 



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